Listen to this articleAdrianna was a jazz dancer. In her dance outfit, her flat tummy excited me. I imagined cumming on her belly.
One night, I watched Adrianna’s show and was mesmerized. Her sensual moves ignited my desire. After the show, I gave her flowers. She smiled brightly. “Thank you! I’m Adrianna.” Her husky voice was as sexy as her dance.
We started dating. Adrianna was playful yet thoughtful. Her hugs felt like heaven. I lavished kisses on her tummy, arousing her passion. She moaned for me.
On our first night, Adrianna did a private dance. Her hands roamed my body as she swayed. Unable to resist, I pulled her onto my lap. Our kisses grew fierce and frantic. I carried her to bed where we made passionate love.
“I love you,” Adrianna whispered. I was overjoyed. We married and had a daughter, Daisy, who loved dancing like Mommy.
Years later, Adrianna’s dance still seduces me. Her playful spirit and kindness are my pillars of strength. My belly dancer gifted me a lifetime of bliss. I thank the stars for bringing us together. She is beauty, grace, passion and thoughtfulness in my embrace. Our love blossoms more each day like the flowers I once gave my dazzling dancer, the girl who owned my heart with her first sway.
Adrianna, my dazzling girl, the one for me. You’re all I’ll ever need. My heart’s ablaze, set free into your keeping. Our dancing days, you and me, are my most cherished memory.
